笨小笨Spoils Of The Horde (Explicit)歌词由Fit for an Autopsy演唱，出自专辑《The Nothing That Is (Explicit)》，下面是《Spoils Of The Horde (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
Spoils Of The Horde (Explicit)歌词完整版
Return to torches
Pitchforks
Fires thats never cease
The suffering of the oppressed
Cast back at the oppressor’s feet
It’s a race to the bottom
How deep is your deceit
No give all take
Sever the head of the bastard snake
All was spoken for
Before the door was kicked off the hinges
Now we move in darker forms
Yeah you better pray for fucking forgiveness
A mother’s cry a beggar’s plea the people’s final stand
The drugs the wars the poverty
It’ll fucking break a better man
And my blood runs cold
When the heart becomes a black hole
The casualty of our collapse
Kill what you can’t control
Scorched earth fiends
Backroom banshees
Fangs to the throat
Higher sanctum
Inner circle
Leeches rats and moles
Spoils of the horde
Exterminate their kind
An oath to all who suffer
Take back what’s fucking mine
I drew a line and I crossed it
The edge is closer this time
I drew a line and I crossed it
It’s the only way we survive
There’ll be no offering of peace
Only fuel for the fires that never cease
Fucking thieves
How deep is your deceit
There’ll be a marvelous blaze in your reckoning
All glory to the fires that never burn out
